The exhaustion that came from fussing with the contents in the Manila envelope had been more than enough to drain Elena to the point that she’d dozed off without knowing.
Before slumber had consumed her, she’d weighed all her options of survival, chances of escaping, and opportunities to end the life of her abductor. She wanted an end to her misery and something told her she had only just started to live in it.
In her sleep, she’d had dreams—what she’d prefer to call nightmares— of Gregory. At first, it was her in that old building, Luis forcing himself on her as she roared cries. And then she was no longer in the old building, she was on Gregory’s bed and Gregory replaced Luis.
What irritated her even in the dream, was that her roars of cries were replaced, with moa
Hey, this book has been on hold for a while. I hate that I kept the story away from my readers. As much as I'm excited to let the world see this book, it became depressing for me that the reads and votes for this book never moved forward, even when my editor claimed to have promoted it—which I highly doubt. As a result of this, I'm unsure whether I'll continue this book on here or any other book at all. I'll let y'all know. Xxxx xxxx xxx xxx xxx xxx xxx xxx xx xxx xxx xx xxxxx xxx xxx
The man on the stage, tucked a hand inside his pocket while the other held a flute of champagne. He was so Italian like most of the men and women in Gregory's cartel, at least the ones she'd seen. "Everyone knows why we're here. It's the official seating of Gregory Don II of the Marchetti mafia," the man announced and everyone except Elena and the man in question cheered. "I'm his second in command as most of you know. Leo Marchetti (speaks Italian)" The people cheered and his short speech continued for a bit before he called for Gregory to address the crowd.He went up to address the crowd, he sounded like a boss—a no-nonsense boss, but she still heard the vileness in his voice.
The flu he was coming down with wasn't going to stop him. The rage was the cure. This rage would take them down and make his boss proud. Fucking idiots, Seth thought, Inviting five other mafias for a ceremony and thinking any amount of security would protect them. He waited for his men to take a position.He knew he had them when he heard the news of the ceremony where Gregory Don II was going to be made head of the Marchetti Mafia. He wanted to get them at the funeral when they laid the old Don to rest, but it was too open. It was a sad gathering and everyone was alert.On the other hand, this was a happy ceremony where they sat a new mafia head, the irony made him laugh. A happy ceremony for a sick sad man. Everyone knew Gregory was a sadist whether because he knew h
When she still didn’t answer, the door opened to reveal Thomas ushering two women in. He looked at her in acknowledgment. Nodding, his lips placed in a tight line and for the first time, Elena noticed his good looks. He couldn’t have been over his middle twenties, with tanned skin and black hair that shone. "Miss. I’m sorry for barging in, but you wouldn’t answer. Mai and Liyah are here to help you get dressed. Excuse me," the last part was muttered before he went out, closing the door behind him. "Hey, I’m Mia," the brunette introduced."And I’m Liyah," the redhead placed her hands on her chest and they looked too naïved to Elena. "We’ve wor
The exhaustion that came from fussing with the contents in the Manila envelope had been more than enough to drain Elena to the point that she’d dozed off without knowing. Before slumber had consumed her, she’d weighed all her options of survival, chances of escaping, and opportunities to end the life of her abductor. She wanted an end to her misery and something told her she had only just started to live in it. In her sleep, she’d had dreams—what she’d prefer to call nightmares— of Gregory. At first, it was her in that old building, Luis forcing himself on her as she roared cries. And then she was no longer in the old building, she was on Gregory’s bed and Gregory replaced Luis. What irritated her even in the dream, was that her roars of cries were replaced, with moa
Looking at her from the corner of his eyes as he drove, he smiled at the smug look she had on. No doubt he loved her as she was his mate, but he also liked her. At the funeral, she didn’t even try to feign sympathy and he admired that.It baffled him how naive and scared she was about his blackmail. Was she so scared of having the world know she killed a man in what was self-defense that she’d succumbed to blackmail without any evidence of what he’d seen? Then he remembered he didn’t blackmail her to come halfway across the world with him, he forced her here, for her safety but it still wastes her choice.Gregory thought it was amusing how she hadn’t even known what he had against her. The evidence still laid under the bed where she slept every day since she arrived in Italy. He kept it there for the fun of what it was, her laying on what her